Leandro raised a crocodile since it was small. He brought it from the swamp and at first fed it only bunnies. The crocodile was called Bad. As Bad was growing, it was necessary to find new types of meat so … Continue reading →Continue reading →

That night for the first time in seven years the girls heard footsteps that weren’t those of their mother. The darkness had already become eternal. They couldn’t even remember their faces. But they knew what time Mamá brushed her teeth, … Continue reading →Continue reading →

Welcome to a new blogger, Diana Karen Tur Garma, and her blog “The Importance of Doing Nothing.” This first translated post develops the theme. I spent much of my life hearing that creative people are usually lazy with no money, … Continue reading →Continue reading →